An Omen of Birds
Five thousand pairs of black wings halt
And fell from the cold Arkansas sky
In one district alone the default
In Beebe did the feathered creatures die
And while the flock above them perished there
The fireworks flew all wingless on the eve
Of the coming year, and without reprieve
From the trials and turmoils of life's care
Knew that omen was something more
And wait for the beast on dawn's shore.
Five thousand black birds dead, my friend
A sudden shiver through me send
And I hear like splashing oars, loud
The sea beast swimming in the cloud.
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